Poems by Kathleen

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  • Bob (3)

    Who builds Bob\'s boobs?
    Bill builds Bob\'s boobs...

  • I called to say goodbye.
    I told him I'm leaving for good...

  • Emptiness inside, hungering for pain, that you...

  • The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily...

  • Last night you were beside me your arms tight...
    then I woke up from my dream...